Quotes About Mystery

GRANDPA'S LIBRARY WAS A FINE DARK PLACE bricked with books, so anything could happen there and always did. All you had to do was pull a book from the shelf and open it and suddenly the darkness was not so dark anymore.

So that man, the first one, knew what we know now: our hour is short, eternity is long. With this knowledge came pity and mercy, so we spared others for the later, more intricate, more mysterious benefits of love.

The woman knew every language and every word in every language. She spoke with fire and alcohol and smoke.

There, on the world's rim, the lovely snail gleam of the railway tracks ran, flinging wild gesticulations of lemon or cherry-colored semaphore to the stars.

Quién es usted para discutir lo que pasa? Aquí estamos. ¿Qué es la vida, de todos modos? ¿Quién decide por qué, para qué o dónde? Sólo sabemos que estamos aquí, vivos otra vez, y no hacemos preguntas.

Tiene que haber algo en los libros cosas que no podemos imaginar para hacer que una mujer permanezca en una casa que arde. Ahí tiene que haber algo. Uno no se sacrifica por nada.

The sound of its death came after.

There must be something in books, things we can't imagine, to make a woman stay in a burning house; there must be something there. You don't stay for nothing.

What is fire? It's a mystery. Scientists give us gobbledegook about friction and molecules. But they don't really know. Its real beauty is that it destroys responsibility and consequences. A problem gets too burdensome, then into the furnace with it.

People on Earth have talked about this man for twenty centuries after he walked through the old world. We've all wanted to see him and hear him, and never had the chance. And now, today, we just missed seeing him by a few hours.

and then (he) lay down with the moonlight on his cheek-bones and on the frowning ridges in his brow, with the moonlight distilled in each eye to form a silver cataract. there.

The Martians were there - in the canal - reflected in the water. Timothy and Michael and Robert and Mom and Dad. The Martians stared back up at them for a long, long silent time from the rippling water ...

No, But the hairs. on the back of your neck, and the peach-fuzz in your ears, they do, and the hair along your arms. sings like grasshopper legs friction and trembling with strange music. So you know, you feel, you are sure, lying abed, that a balloon is submerging the ocean sky (Bradbury 131). This quote quickly shows the showing telling in this scene. This scene describes the ballon, and Jim and Will. This quote depicts how Jim and Will feels at the moment.

The girl's face was there, really quite beautiful in memory: astonishing, in fact. She had a very thin face like the dial of a small clock seen faintly in a dark room in the middle of a night when you waken to see the time and see the clock telling you the hour and the minute and the second, with a white silence and a glowing, all certainty and knowing what it has to tell of the night passing swiftly on toward further darknesses, but moving also toward a new sun.

la ciencia no es más que la investigación de un milagro inexplicable, y el arte, la interpretación de ese milagro.

Jim gazed fiercely deep into the bottomless sea, where now only the pure light glanced back at itself (Bradbury 63). This text not only describes what Jim is seeing, but also scared of what he does not know. He sees that is glanced back, of how he described the maze.

Uscì quindi dalla casa del fuoco e si diresse per la strada notturna - era mezzanotte - verso la ferrovia sotterranea, dove il silenzioso convoglio ad aria compressa, scivolando come un'ombra dentro il suo budello bene oleato nelle viscere della terra, lo rigurgitò con uno sbuffo possente d'aria calda, sulla scala mobile dal pavimento color crema, che saliva verso la superficie, nella zona suburbana.

Tiene que haber algo en los libros, cosas que no podemos imaginar, para que una mujer se deje quemar viva. Tiene que haber algo. Uno no muere por nada.

?t ph?i có cái gì Ä'ó trong nh?ng cu?n sách, nh?ng th? ta không th? hình dung, nó khi?n cho ng??i Ä'àn bà ? l?i trong c?n nhà cháy, ph?i có cái gì ??y ? trong Ä'ó. Em ? l?i Ä'âu ph?i ch?ng vì má»™t cái gì.

Night after night for every year and every year, for no reason at all, the woman comes out and looks at the sky, her hands up, for a long moment, looking at the green burning of Earth, not knowing why she looks, and then she goes back and throws a stick on the fire, and the wind comes up and the dead sea goes on being dead.

Tiene que haber algo en los libros, cosas que no podemos imaginar para hacer a una mujer permanecer en una casa que arde. Ahí tiene que haber algo. Uno no se sacrifica por nada.

The ultimate divine mystery is there found immanent within each. It is not "out there" somewhere. It is within you. And no one has ever been cut off. The only difficulty is, however, that some folk simply don't know how to look within. The fault is no one's, if not one's own. Nor is the problem one of an original Fall of the "first man," many thousand years ago, and of exile and atonement. The problem is psychological. And it can be solved.

we are at this moment participating in one of the very greatest leaps of the human spirit to a knowledge not only of our outside nature but also of our own deep inward mystery.

if he failed to send the beasts back to be sacrificed again, the hunters and their kin would starve. Thus early societies learned that "the essence of life is that it lives by killing and eating; that's the great mystery that the myths have to deal with.